Page 256 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“No.” I was quick to shoot the idea down. It was an ongoing bone of contention between us. I wasn’t ready to share the care of my angels with someone who wasn’t related to them by blood. “They’ll probably start sleeping through soon.”

Matt grunted again then flipped back on his side. “Take your clothes off.”

I raised an eyebrow and he arched one right back. Okay then. I took my clothes off. Matt spared a moment to glare at my maternity bra and fresh breast pads, which I laid neatly on the edge of the bed, then yanked me into his arms.

“We’ve got two hours before the alarm goes and I have to start getting ready for work.” his husky drawl was accompanied with a hand snaking up my stomach and softly cradling one of my boobs. He rubbed his thumb lightly over my nipple, peering at my face to gauge if it was allowed. When I didn’t growl my usual ‘leave it’, he lowered his head to press a whisper of a kiss on the swell of my right breast while his hand sought out the left. Matt’s feather light kisses and tentative caressing of my breasts were nice for about five minutes before I put a stop to it.

“It’s not fair.” he muttered between my breasts as I ran my hands up and down his back. “They’re all round and soft and big and I’mnot allowed to enjoy them properly.”

That comment earned him a smack. “Iknewyou were a breast man.”

Matt gently nipped the inside of one boob and I let out an exaggerated yelp. He kissed my soft flesh. “I’myourman, big or small, I don’t care. I’m your man.” Then he untangled himself from me and laid on his back. He licked his lips and crooked one finger at me. “Come up here.”

I eyed his stiff cock, licked my own lips and twisted over so I could straddle him. Matt grabbed me around the waist and dragged my lower body upwards with that devilish glint in his eyes. The friction of my bare bits moving up his abs was enough to tease a throaty gasp from me.

“Up here.” he repeated, this time his tongue was slow in its journey across his lower lip and the glistening trail of moisture it left was a promise of things to come.

“Yeah?” I was already moving up.

“Mhmm.” Matt slid down a bit lower as I got into position. “You should brace against the headboard, poppet. You’ll need something to hold onto.”

“Cocky.” I retorted.

Matt gave me one of his arrogant looks before turning his mouth into my inner thigh as his hands ran up the outsides of my legs. I moved slightly more to the left, his mouth was situated more left, and he chuckled under his breath.

“Patience, sweetheart.” he drawled then began kissing his way to my fast moistening flesh. “I love when you come all over my face.”

I opened my eyes, they had been closed in preparation for my love licking. “I aim to please, hon.”

“As do I.” Matt replied.

His voice was an aphrodisiac, his hands holding me in place, his tongue now drifting lazily over my clit. He was a big ole aphrodisiac, and he was all mine. A tremor rippled through me and I exhaled noisily. I felt him smile and his gaze was fixated on my face. I did have need of the headboard when Matt began to devour me, there was no other suitable word. Hedevouredme. And I fucking loved every spine tingling heated moment.

“Mmm.” I groaned, one hand gripping his hair while the other kept me supported against the headboard. “I’m-”

Matt tightened his grip on my hips as I tried to rise off his mouth. I didn’t want him to stop but it was almost unbearable. He closed his mouth over my clit at that very crucial second and lightening shot straight up my back before I began to orgasm. He kept his eyes on my face, watching me as I came undone for him. I held his gaze with my lower lip caught between my teeth. Only when he was satisfied, only when he’d enjoyed every last shudder of my pleasure did he unlatch his hands and release me. I practically collapsed into a heap, luckily Matt pulled me down his body before I smothered him between my legs.

“Poppet.” the low, throatiness of his voice conveyed his need.

It took a slight shift to put myself in an ideal position. Matt kissed me as his hands trailed over the back of my thighs, opening them so my legs cradled his from the outside. I kissed him back, hungrily licking and sucking on his mouth. We shared a gasp of air when the tip of his hardness rubbed against my slick swollen lips. Matt growled and grabbed my ass as he pushed his way into me.

“I love you.” I pledged.

He rolled us over and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, locked my legs around his lower back. Matt grunted and using one hand, roughly unhooked my legs. He wasn’t controlled or measured. He pushed my arms off before grabbing one of my hands to lace his fingers through mine. Matt wasn’t gentle, nor was he overly vigorous; it was a mix of both and it was simply, purely, raw. There was nothing but unchecked passion and love between us. Nothing but the truth of us. Raw and unhidden from each other. He cupped one side of my cheek with his other hand and I mirrored the action as we stared at each other. His thumb brushed my mouth and he closed his eyes for a second before he opened them. A glimmer of moisture, a shine made obvious by the play of dim light. He was unguarded before me. Every stroke, every breath, every touch of his body against mine; I welcomed it. I took everything he had to give, not just with his body joined so intimately with mine, but with the look in his eyes. The unasked question made known by the growing desperation on his face as he neared his climax.

“Yours.” I answered and Matt gave one final deep push and came magnificently. His whole body shuddered and I felt his spasms deep inside me. Thick and heavy and right. He felt right, we felt right together.

Matt dropped his head into the crook of my neck, taking deep ragged breaths as he let his body enjoy the rush of endorphins. We stayed like that for only a moment before he flipped us over and I laid on top of him. He gave me a lazy smile then kissed the tip of my nose while drifting his hand up and down my back.

“I love you too, poppet.” he replied. Then Matt chuckled, a deep rumble of a chuckle I felt vibrate from his chest. “God. Do you remember the first time we made love? Right in this bed and you were so eager and scared shitless. One of the best days of my life to be honest.”

I raised my head, hand beneath my chin as I peered into his face. “Sorry about those sheets.”

He smiled and angled his head to kiss my nose again. “What sheets?” He winked at me before letting out a relaxed sigh and entangling his fingers in my hair. “I want everyone we care about there at our wedding. I want everyone to know that you are, without doubt, the only woman for me. And, ah, I have one tiny request.”

I twisted my mouth sideways, already prepping my ‘no’. His sheepish turn of behaviour meant it was probably something I wouldn’t want to do.

“Can we just do the straight Bradley this time around?” he asked bluntly. “I think this hyphenated thing jinxed us.”

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